It was a Sunday morning. The day was beautiful, the sky was the bluest it had ever been. But it was somehow bittersweet for Harry.
He was in this new town, where he didn't know anybody. His dad wasn't around anymore and his beloved big sister Gemma had left for University. His mom wanted to move back to her hometown, and now it was just them two.
Harry missed the city, missed the noise, missed all the different people running around, trying to find their place. Missed his friends, missed his old ballet studio... The only reason he had agreed to come to this dreadful town was because the ballet teacher in that small studio was no other than Mathew Ball, former soloist from the Royal Ballet. The universe had just smiled at Harry so hard so many years before he was born and made him his mom's best friend when they were in school.
He still couldn't comprehend why a dancer with his reputation would choose to start a ballet program in such a small town with no name whatsoever. Well, a rather weird one, Eroda. What name was that? This place only had a handful of shops, a school, a highschool, a doctor that made in-house visits, a building that apparently was used for everything and an old theater. Not even a cinema, well it had a bar, kind of. What did boys and girls his age do?
Oh no. That reminded him, he had to start in a new highschool tomorrow. And he was hating it already. Only one thing gave him a little hope. Well, or someone. That lad.
He ambushed him the other day in the locker room. He had noticed him staring outside the class some days and waving to that blonde girl, Lottie. She told him 'I have a handsome brother, don't I? His name is Louis, by the way, just in case you need it.' Smart and funny one, he wouldn't mind hanging out with her, she's cool.
The thing is Louis caught Harry staring at him, and it was so embarassing, he had to do something to at least remedy it. He thought he would just introduce himself as Lottie's new friend, and explain he had just landed in town. When he arrived at the locker room, there was just one bag there but no one in sight.
He just got rid of his clothes, grabbed the soap, shampoo and mango conditioner and walked to the shower happily.
He was so sweaty and gross after the lesson he just wanted to wash it all away. Harry couldn't believe what he found though, something sweeter than the shower itself.
Louis was there, drowning his thoughts in hot water and bubbles. His eyes closed and brows furrowed, like he had to be this focused to wash his hair. That boy had a perfect body, not small nor big, all of his arm and shoulder muscles showed even when he was relaxed, his chin and cheekbones were from another whole planet, and on top of that he had a ballerina waist and an ass that anyone could easily drool over.
He opened his eyes and Harry almost lost himself in them. Endless oceans could fit in that boys' eyes, and there would be room for more, even a dolphin or too.
His mouth reacted before his brain could and he just blurted out 'Thinking of joining ballet?' or something like that. He was such an idiot, he knew the lad did some kind of contact sport, he would probably tell him to fuck off. But suprisingly, he didn't. And his eyes darkened a bit? Harry didn't know what that meant, yet, but with that sight he almost had to phisically restrain himself from touching him. Now he couldn't stop thinking about Lottie's brother. Was he still in school? He seemed older. Well, he was going to find out tomorrow anyway.
He got out of bed lazily, groaning as he started packing the ballet bag. He changed into clean underwear, some short sweats and a white crop top.
'Harry! It's only 7am! On a Sunday! Are you feeling alright?'
His mom must have thought she was dreaming, seeing her teenage son awake so early on the weekend. Harry laughed softly and he rubbed his eyes sheepishly.
'Yeah mum, 'm okay. Woke up and couldn't fall asleep again. I guess I'm a little nervous about tomorrow.'
'Oh son, that's okay. Everything's gonna be fine, trust me.'
His mum smile made him smile. Before he knew it he had a butter toast and a giant coffee in front of him. Which just made his smile wider.
'Any plans for today son?'
'I'm just gonna go to the studio... well it's not a studio in here is more of a room in this building where they do everything in this town! I bet they host bingo nights on Tuesdays in there...'
Anne's laughter inundated the kitchen, his son and his occurrences. He was too used to the city, this town would do him good, she knew it. So it would to her, a place to heal.
'You can call it the studio, Mathew calls it the studio. Well, he would call anything the studio. You know, when we were around your age, his house was so small, and there wasn't any ballet classes or anything around, he had to go to the city and back for lessons, so he hadn't anywhere to practice. But we had a basement, in your granny's house. He didn't even have to ask, I just gave him a set of keys. And he called that ugly dirty basement the studio. One summer we actually did some cleaning, painting, changed the floors... it was so nice in the end!'
'Alright mum, I'm headed to the studio then, hope it clears ma head a bit. Love you.'
'Okey baby, love you too.'
When Harry arrived at the building, he had to beg to the janitor to please let him in to the studio, he was such a nice boy he just wanted to practice...
'Nice speech, did you borrow it from the other lad?'
'What other lad?'
'Louis of course, thing is I've known him since he was a baby, but you...'
Louis.
'I'm Anne Styles' son, we just came back, I had actually never been...'
'Oh my god! Anne! My Anne! I didn't know she was back! Please tell her to come by on bingo night tomorrow!'
Harry's jaw had dropped all the way to the floor. Louis was inside, his mum apparently knew the janitor, did everyone in this town know each other? And of course there were bingo nights, they were on Monday, but close enough, close enough.
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Harry is such a mommy's boy and I absolutely loved to write it! Hope you enjoyed this chapter and you are all doing okay.
Leo x

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